Lonely, lonely boy they called him Lucy, Mama's little man,
And she calls him Hendershot, his mam called him Hendershot

Be seen and not be heard, they told him, he grew into a big man they
call Hendershot
They always call him Hendershot

Walking down the side streets of Soho, chances are you'll bump into our
friend Hendershot
That's Hendershot

Sitting on a blanket near Saint Marks,
Is a man selling handbags he gets from Hendershot, but he doesn't call
him Hendershot